Every so often, my mom reminds me that when I was younger I would embarrass her to no end by singing and dancing whenever we would be out shopping. She would be at the grocery store and I would just be trailing along, boppin' to my own little beat, checking myself out in any reflective surface, and singing loudly to myself in my own little world. I think my mom was probably trying to ignore my little show, distancing herself so people would think I didn't belong to her...
Hello... karma!
Today at Target, Layla was having her own little concert. For someone so shy, she was really into it...singing "The Chipmunk Adventure" soundtrack at the top of her lungs in this high pitched squeaky rocker chick voice, boppin her little hips and head, doing some sort of spastic arm waving thing. And Jack was doing his russian leg-squat-jig right there with her. I kept telling them to shush but Layla was too into it to notice my complete embarrassment. I tried to distract them by making them walk quickly, but when we hit mirror aisle in the Home Furnishings department all my efforts were in vain. Shoppers would pass by, point, and give me that "oh she's so cute (but I'm glad I'm not you)" smile.
Mom, thanks for putting up with me back then. I think I deserve this.
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